Author's note: As one might think, I'm not exactly happy with the amount of Kazuya and Jun stories. They only take up one page, and they all just don't expand more on what they have already displayed.

So hopefully, you writers out there who have written those KazxJun stories will read this and be inspired to do more.

If you have any questions, you may look at my profile. I've been working on a few stories, yet this one is being done in honor of my two favorite characters, both of all males and females respectively, and in response to the upcoming Tekken Tag Tournament 2!

So please, enjoy, and remember, we need more Kazuya and Jun out there folks! :O

A World Reborn

Chapter 1

Another Road

Vengeance is somewhat of a cliche nowadays. In most stories, whether you see it in movies or read it in books, vengeance is almost surely there.

However, in this world, vengeance isn't some dramatic concept that's been used to make a story interesting. It is very real. No matter what you'd like to see it as, it is always sparked through some form of loss, or in the case of a certain Mishima, cruel misunderstanding.

Even so, that is not the point I am trying to make. What I'm trying to honestly say, is that there is always a better path, or road, to take, than what you may perceive through hatred.

There was, at least in the eyes of the man who made a deal with the devil, an angel that had managed to make him aware of this, even though his rage had prevented him from accepting it. That was a long time ago, and their troubled past only allowed him to be aware of the darkness that wanted nothing more than to control him.

It was certainly his loss to his father, and then being thrown into a volcano that destroyed his memory of her, which is why he didn't seek her out when he was ressurrected by the hands of the Biotech Firm known as G-Corporation.

He forgot about her.

It's somewhat of a good thing he didn't remember, otherwise his rage would have allowed his dark self to fully control him at knowing he lost his chance at being with someone who truly cared for him. That, and the fact that she was attacked by the dark being known as Ogre, maybe even killed would have only fueled the fire. He already had a burning hatred for his father, any more emotional stress would probably kill a man even as strong-willed as himself.

Even though he realized Jin Kazama was his son at the fourth tournament, he didn't think back to his first and only love, most likely because the darkness in him was at the forefront of his mind.

He was beaten, yes, much to his chagrin, by both his son AND his father.

Yet even through this time, even before the beginning of the fifth tournament and onwards, his hatred began dwindling. Yes he was furious that he lost to them both, but mostly because he wanted that dark power from his son so that he could be complete and maybe be stronger than before. It's just one of the instinctive realizations that hits you when you cannot achieve something and never will, based on how you've approached it, in his case, killing his father and taking the devil gene back from his son, without realizing his limitations.

They were stronger than him. As time progressed, he began realizing why. Once he fully understood his problem, he finally defeated them all in the sixth tournament, even Azazel, and now his son in devil form.

But any pleasure he had, just didn't last.

Even now as the Tekken Force division of the Mishima waited patiently after having realized that Kazuya deafeated Jin, even now as the new master himself began to extract the devil power from Jin, he just didn't achieve that sense of triump that he used to before.

The moonlit, star-filled night sky accented the desert in a beautiful hue of blue, the temple behind him seeming empty of the darkness as Azazel's presence faded. "Kazuya Mishima, I wondered when you would be the head of the organization again. I am sincere now as I tell you this: you are the winner of the Sixth King of Iron Fist Tournament, and we proudly welcome you back."

Kazuya was a little curious that this armor-clad, almost android subordinate walked up to him very at ease even as the dark violet energy left his son's body and entered his palm. But he recognized his voice. "Shinoda?" he asked.

A friendly chuckle was confirmation of the man's identity. "Yes sir, it is I, Shinoda Tetsujin." he said.

For once in a very long time, Kazuya smirked as his childhood friend and personal guard through his first ruling of the Zaibatsu, greeted him. Only this man was the one he considered friend due to their younger years, the bond having been strengthened when Shinoda entered the Zaibatsu to work for him when the man heard Kazuya had survived the fall his father had thrust him into all those years ago in the ravine, and won the first tournament.

Jin grunted even in his unconscious state, the darkness that was the devil gene, finally being released from him. "What would you have us do with your son?"

It was then that something clicked in Kazuya's mind, soul and body.

'your son?'

Kazuya wasn't an idiot, for as I said, he knew for quite some time now that Jin was his son, but it was the fact that HE WAS, that made him seem to remember something that he couldn't exactly picture. "Get any of his belongings and get him on the next plane out of here. I must think on what I will do now." Kazuya replied, studying his dark side.

Near the end of the fourth tournament, he fully took control of the devil and assimilated it, since it was basically another personality caused by the demon or devil gene in his body.

So it seems it wasn't the actual 'Devil' that he made a pact with, it was his inner darkness that formed from the demonic DNA the Mishima bloodline seems to have.

He did in fact feel complete...but not stronger. Under most circumstances this newborn fact would probably piss him off. But for some strange reason, he just felt...confused. No one could tell of course since he had his emotionless expression on, but even as he walked towards the jet that would take him to the Mishima Zaibatsu, he couldn't help but feel calm.

As he sat down, he crossed his legs and brought his arms to his chest, the jet beginning to take off. {Perhaps the fact that I'm not as insane as before is what is attesting to me not feeling like plotting something unholy.}

He had a point. The fact that he used to have two personalities, Angel and Devil, was confirmation enough, since he used to 'communicate' with them both. But now, they were both gone, for Devil, he knew why, but Angel, he did not, though it didn't matter much at this point.

He wasn't badly tainted anymore. What do I mean when I say this?

With his 'Devil' personality gone, he's been able to look at the world as a human being rather than a dark entity that never even existed, at least not in the seperate-from-himself sense. Sure, he had all his 'Devil' power back in full, but it didn't take a form of it's own to try and control him, now that the sperate personality from before was no more, thus, he had no reason to be influenced by the positive Angel, now that he could think properly for himself.

That's why it mattered to him. {What am I forgetting? That damn brat of mine has been defeated along with my father, and yet my victory just isn't giving me that sense of accomplishment I just KNEW I would have.} he thought.

A concievable answer, while not exactly direct, seemed to come to him. What if...what if he just didn't find his combatants in the tournament to be strong enough to make him feel like a REAL champion? It seemed plausible, yet it was only a vague one. Was there another reason? What else would give him 'satisfaction?' When he thought of satisfaction, he then began to think of women.

Once again, something clicked.

However, he wasn't thinking about sex. {Hmph, at fifty years old, that's just ridiculous, even though I'm healthy enough for it.} he thought. Even during his younger years, he didn't care much about intercourse, merely because he felt that such an act of primal instinct should be reserved for true lovers.

'Click'

Kazuya's eyes snapped open.

'True Lovers.'

What on earth was he seeming to instinctively get at? It was then that an old feeling he had not felt in years, slowly began presiding in his entire being. He couldn't completely understand what it was, but he knew he felt it before.

To put it in the most basic of terms...it was a sense of longing.

But for what?

"Is something wrong Kazuya?" Shinoda asked, having removed his helmet, his confused dark eyes looking at him while his dark, semi-short hair drooped down against his face. The fact that his old friend answered him truthfully surprised him, since even though they were best buds, Kazuya had rarely spoken to even him about 'problems.' "I'm...longing for something, and I don't know what it is."

Oh, but only if he did know. Because of if he did, he'd have the entire Zaibatsu AND G-Corporation looking throughout the world for her.

Shinoda examined the man closely, knowing he was very uncomfortable, since he didn't even look him in the eye. "Longing huh..." he mused, beginning to remember his own past experiances. "Well ask youself this, do you have any goals now?"

Kazuya gave him a stern, but not angry expression. "Not at the moment." he said. Shinoda hummed. "Then why not make finding out what it is you long for, your new goal? Use the Zaibatsu and G-Corp, you know what I mean?"

The 'devilman' wasn't entirely surprised since he didn't see how using both his powerhouses would help. He voiced his thoughts. "And how, praytell, would my two organizations help me realize that which I'm vaguely thinking of?" he asked.

The Tekken Force operative sat next to him. "What are the clues that led you to believe that your longing for something? Answer that and we can move to figure out how it can work." he said.

Kazuya crossed his arms again, before closing his eyes to think of what the hell's been bothering him.

'your son?'

'women.'

'True Lovers.'

He growled. "It's no use. No action would really help. I think I'm just going soft." he said, surprised he was able to say that. However, this allowed Shinoda to get a closer look into his friends thoughts.

"What do you mean, 'getting soft?' Are you...missing someone?" he asked. The only thing he could think of for Kazuya saying that, was that maybe he was 'longing' for a special person if anything he's said is something to go by.

'Click'

Kazuya swiftly turned his head to him, startling him. "...What makes you say that?"

Shinoda was very perceptive if he was able to think that with such little info. "You said you were longing for something, and that your going soft. Not to be rude, but only a...hardened warrior doesn't believe in feelings for another person. Isn't that right?" he asked.

"Hn, my father always did what he could to drill that concept into my head...perhaps you are right. But the problem is this; how can I be longing for someone when I don't even remember anyone to have made such an impact on me?" he asked.

There was only one thing Shinoda could think of. "Kazuya...who is the mother of your son?"

All the pieces then seemed to smash into each other.

To Shinoda's surprise, his old friend stood up and grabbed his head, growling in rage and agony. Memories of his time in G-Corp just after he'd been brought back to life and the current tournaments ran through his skull, even the tournaments before, excluding the third one since he didn't have the chance to participate in it. He felt some sort of wall blocking certain events in his mind.

He remembered the first and second tournament, he KNEW something about the second one was important, but he couldn't remember what it was. "I-I...nnnnn..." the man collapsed on one knee, a dark aura literally steaming from his body.

"Calm down Kazuya, just relax, concentrate and control yourself." Shinoda said, a few other soldiers quickly coming to their master's aid.

The aura died down and Kazuya breathed hard, getting back up. "Ridiculous. I don't need to be longing for something I don't deserve and never did to begin with."

"T-That's right, you don't deserve my mother you bastard." came an exhausted voice. Kazuya and his subordinates turned, the master beginning to glare. "Kazuya, you shouldn't think such things. Jin Kazama, perhaps you could lend a hand?" Shinoda asked politely.

Jin gave them a hardened expression even as he gripped his still aching abdomen. "Like I'd tell you where she was even if she was alive! The last thing she needs is to be raped again by that damn scumbag!"

Kazuya's rage nearly engulfed him. "What did you just say you insolent maggot? I would NEVER do such a cowardly thing!" He roared angrily as he quickly walked towards his son and gripped him by the throat, knowing he was too weak to defend himself.

"Don't lie to me! Heihachi told me what you did to her after defeating her in the second tournament!" his son yelled back even as he struggled against his fathers grip. Kazuya's blood boiled hotter than ever before. "And you believe that arrogant snake? You know nothing of me!" he roared.

"Kazuya..." Shinoda calmly yet hesitantly said, trying to calm down his slowly transforming friend. The other subordinates were frightened beyond reason, never having felt such a dark presence. That seemed to have some affect, but he held a firm grip. "Jin, you insinuated that your mother is not alive. Is this true?" he asked.

The youngest Mishima, in the physical sense, just growled. "If you remember anything from the third tournament, the being known as Ogre attacked renowned martial artists from around the world! My mother was one of them!"

The moment Kazuya heard what happened to the lover he can't even remember, his rage nearly skyrocketed. "Ogre?" he asked, turning back to Shinoda. The man seemed to have a look of realization. "Ogre, then transforming into it's true form, known simply as True Ogre. Sometime after your death, that entity made itself known to the world by doing what Jin just stated. I can't say if it willingly participated in the third tournament or if it even did, but I can say that Jin fought and defeated the being, and then won the tournament. No one knows where it came from or what it even was."

Kazuya's rage faded away, a feeling of emptiness then engulfing him before he dropped his son. "Do you have any proof that your mother is dead?" he asked with a hard glare. The feeling of longing became stronger than ever before. "Like I said, even if she was alive, I'm not telling you."

A quick knee to the chin nearly knocked him out. "I'm asking you if she really is gone. Answer me and I'll consider not killing you." Kazuya said in a tone that clearly signified that he WASN"T joking around.

Knowing he'd just be in a world of hurt, he told him what happened. "I told you, she's dead. That night, Ogre came and I did what I could to protect her. But I wasn't a match for him, and was knocked out. When I came to, the house was burning and there wasn't any sign of either of them. There, you happy?"

Something akin to hope seemed to spark within the man's father. "Hmph, you said yourself that their was no sign of them. Yet later on you found that this 'Ogre' was alive. Why can't your mother be? If I know anything, she would have been strong. There is no way I had a child with a woman that wasn't strong enough to best me if I were to make a single mistake in a battle between us. That was and is still my belief on marital matters."

He then began to walk away. "Oh yeah? Then why would she not have sought either of us out after learning of our prowess from the tournaments?" Jin asked in anger. "Who is to say she has been keeping up to date on the King of Iron Fist Tournament? And if she was or is even doing now, then that is a question I intend to find out for myself. Now get out of my sight, I've already relieved you of the devil gene, you should be thanking me you ungrateful self-righteous brat."

Jin growled as his father walked away, some of the Tekken Force helping him up.

The world is a large place. Actually, large doesn't even begin to describe it's depth and magnitude. To a human, it's almost boundless, considering that we're so small compared to our home planet.

It was the reason that Kazuya just couldn't dispel the headaches that kept popping up. Even a month after getting back in control of the Zaibatsu, he just couldn't shake the horrible feeling that engulfed him after thinking his former wife was still out there. It's not that he was against the thought, it was just because of what Jin had asked.

'Why hasn't she sought either of us out if she's learned of our prowess from the tournaments?'

And yes, why indeed. There did not seem to be any reason other than this; she was being prevented from doing so. That was what terrified the man who is now heralded as the strongest in the world. The man who took full control of the devil gene within himself.

Was she being held captive?

He did research on Ogre, and he did not like what he found. Long ago, a creature known as Ogre was looked at as a Battle God to some native american groups along with the Aztecs, and from what he'd learned, it wasn't out of the question that the entity was the one that Jin fought, and had in fact been an alien, due to the 'Ancient Alien' theory, the concept being that aliens were what helped humans advance forward in the world long ago.

What scared him was the possibility that his former lover may no longer be on earth, but a captive of extra terrestrials on a foriegn world.

I think I speak for all of us when I say that that IS NOT A PLEASANT THOUGHT. What could those bastards be doing to her? Kazuya was no fool, even he learning of dark fetishes that some people had when it came to 'Aliens and human women.'

The thought of what could be happening to her...

The entire room exploded, Kazuya completely transforming as a rage unlike anything before engulfed his being. Now being complete, his skin was black, the scar on his chest a bright blood-red, bone spikes coming out of his elbows, his legs, and even his newly improved and powerful tail.

Realizing what he'd just done, he quickly reverted back, now being naked. Instinctively, he made some sort of bone armor that covered up most of his body and went to retrieve new clothes. {I will ignore this feeling no longer. I must find out whether she truly is gone or not.} he thought, his subordinates flooding the area.

{Perhaps...} he thought, beginning to formulate a plan. Telling his underlings to clean up the mess and put out the fire, he got to thinking up a plan.

In order to find out, he needed to investigate the old ruins where Ogre had resided. That was the first and most important step. At the same time, he would have many of G-Corporation and the Mishima Zaibatsu investigate all the locations that Ogre had been reported to have been sighted or may have some connection to.

However, he himself would visit the Aztec ruins. He himself would see the damage done by the beast. He himself...would go and try to figure out what exactly were the intentions of the being and what it had been.

He cursed as he tried to shake the thoughts of his beloved being held prisoner, even if he couldn't think of what she looked like.

"Shinoda." Kazuya stated as the man ran past him. "Yes?"

"Come with me. We have work to do."

The operation was painstakingly taking forever to fully come into fruition. A week had passed already as organization of who was doing what in both corporations was made. After researching all the reports of Ogre, it was now time to get the show on the road.

As all the assigned subordinates stood before him from both corporations, he said what he needed to say. "Know this everyone. You are the finest soldiers handpicked by me, and this is a serious operation, far above anything you'll probably ever have. As you've learned, you may encounter some form of resistance if my hunch is correct. However, I hope it is wrong. You all know what kind of man I was before. I have now changed. With this mission, I seek to find an answer to a question I simply must know. Once I do, I can then move forward with both the organizations I now control. Good luck, and remember, failure is not an option."

With that, all his subordinates saluted, before he sent them off. {This is going to be a long mission...} the man thought with dread, never before feeling so weak and helpless. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bloodlust, knowing that if his suspicions were correct there would be HELL to pay. The darkness in his veins yearned for violence, violence to that which plagued its master.

It festered within, nurturing his desire to find his lost love. {Why am I even concered...it's not as though she would accept me back.}

But deep down, he knew why he was going through with it. She may not accept him, but he will not stand by as he has been for all these years and either know or only feel that she could be out there, undergoing a fate that no one should ever experiance. Especially not her. Though he couldn't remember what she looked like, he just knew that if he had fallen for a woman, then she had definately been worthy of him, if not, then he worthy of her.

Bottom line, he needed to know. What had been going on all these years since the two mysteriously separated. He could guess, perhaps correctly, that they had only been separated because of his death. He hoped it wasn't because of a breakup.

And of course, all these feelings just ate away at him. To anyone watching him, all they saw was a strong Tekken King, but on the inside, invisibe to them, was a man suffering at the prospect of someone he knew he had to have cared for, losing the life she so rightly deserved.

Had his devil personality been around, he'd be angry with himself. Angry that he was letting such 'weak' notions invade his soul. But ever since his talk with Shinoda the day he beat Jin, he's been learning to see the light, even if he held darkness within.

"Your wife is so lucky to have someone like you." Shinoda said, walking up to him in his fully armored body, ready to travel with him to the old ruins that Ogre had once lived in. "I don't know what your talking about. That, and I don't even think she will see us as 'a couple,' that is, if she's still alive." Kazuya replied, watching the team he assigned to himself get into the newly created mult-tasking jet.

"Kazuya, you mustn't blame yourself for everything. I know how you feel. If my wife was in the scenario you told me about...I'd undoubtably be a total wreck. But you, your not even breathing hard, truly a level-headed warrior, and to top it off, you have a power in you that WILL make any enemies submit to you." he said whole-heartedly.

"Perhaps, but looks can be decieving. I'm in just as much turmoil as you might be were you in my shoes." came the almost angry reply as Kazuya began walking towards the jet, followed by the rest of the team. Shinoda said nothing, knowing his friend was right.

Taking their seats, they waited as the pilots got everything ready.

The damn room was green as usual. The test tube she was in was displayed properly so that all the strange creatures that walked around very much like humans could observe her. Even during all these years, they still could not find what they were looking for.

When she fought Ogre all those years ago, she had managed to supress his dark abilities to a point that he almost died. Had it not been for immediate aid, then he most likely would have been killed by the woman. She nearly defeated them all, but of course, that damn tranquilizer gun that seems to be used by ALL conveniant villains was used on her.

And here she was, has been, for an amount of time that seems like forever to her. All she's remembered are the few instances that she'd wake up.

She drowsily looked around.

(These creatures are from the Devil Within Minigame in Tekken five. you can pretty much guess the area the're in if you've played it.)

The larger seven foot tall humanoids were patroling the very large room as platforms upon platforms raised and fell like elevators to different levels. She never thought of this 'room' as a lab, mostly it was so large that it was three times the size of even the largest gym on the earth, and that she was the only one in a test tube in the center of it all. So it was pretty much the center of operations in this strange place.

She felt weak. But that was nothing new. Ever since the first day she awoke in this turquoise, otherworldly realm, she'd always felt weak to the point that she couldn't do anything. She looked down at herself. Yup, she was still wearing the attire she had the night she had been making dinner for herself and Jin. No, the woman did not cry. She was much to strong and at the same time, to tired to do so even if she wanted to.

But she was active enough to realize that her current predicament wasn't right. Some of the smaller humanoids started talking to each other as they examined the results on the graph before them. Of course, she couldn't understand them, but she could definately tell that they were annoyed and even outright pissed off that they were unable to get the results they were looking for.

This is why she was usually confused by their actions. As far as she could tell, there was something about herself that they wanted to find out, yet for all the time she'd been here, assuming it was a long time, they weren't getting anywhere.

However, when they then seemed to speak about something concerning her after an intercom annnouncement was made, she realized she was right when they looked at her in a way that seemed to be mocking. Very quickly, they sent for something or someone.

She had no idea what she was about to see and hence be terrified because of the implications. One of the larger humanoids came running in with something in his hand. One of the other skinny bastards seemed to cackle like an idiot, almost making her want to laugh at his poster and the sound he had made, but when he put the device in the computer, her face paled considerably as she looked at the large screen behind them.

From the front view, to back, and the sides, a figure, no, PERSON, she had not seen in forever was displayed as information appeared on his side, the aliens beginning to then say things that just told her was not good news. To her shock, it was in english, but was being translated to the side in whatever language the creatures spoke.

{Kazuya...} she thought as her heart began to ache, realizing that they were planning something. What shocked her was the information she read.

Kazuya Mishima:

'Age: 50'

'Height: 6'0'

'Background information: Wields a genetic ability that enhances his abilities to the highest extremes...'

She read on and on, and she just couldn't believe it. He was alive? But how? Then came his age. {Oh my god...I've been stuck here for seven years!} she thought in absolute shock. If she remembered correctly, she was 37 when she fought ogre, fifteen years after the second tournament. So now...she was 44 years old, seeing as she herself is six years younger than Kazuya. (Shocker! :O )

But then she paid attention to the next text:

'His genetic ability is known to be caused by a certain 'Devil Gene.''

Jun's beautiful eyes widened ever so slightly. Devil Gene? Did that mean that... {No, I refuse to accept that. He was possesed by the devil...he couldn't really be a devil himself...could he?} she thought in despair, beginning to realize that she may be wrong.

As it now were, these aliens were trying to fully understand humans on the earth with special traits, just like her, since she was of the Kazama lineage. They WERE doing scientific tests on her, so what made it wrong to say that they were examining her genetics to grasp whatever they thought they looking for in her? {They...they must be trying to understand how i was able to nearly kill Ogre...}

This realization made her understand something plausible. They had information on Kazuya. But how? Was he...a prisoner here just like herself? No, she just read that he won the most recent tournament. These creatures...they must be in cahoots with humans since the language was in english before it was translated in real time before her eyes.

{Kazuya...I...I have to get out of here.} she thought desperately. She needed to see him again. She needed to warn him. She needed...she needed HIM, again. He was alive and well...there was no reason to ignore his continued existance.

It was then that a dark, multi-faceted voice spoke within her head. {You miss your lover very much, do you not?}

She gasped in the oxygen device held over her mouth. {I can sense that whoever you are, your not friendly...what do you want from me?} This wasn't the first time she dealt with dark spirits, but this one...was different. As it spoke, the voices of many could be heard all in sync. {We are the dead souls corrupted from the experiments of these creatures you see before you. Just like you, we were examined, but it seems they cannot understand what you have within.}

Jun was still very wary. {I know full well that they can't, but I'm not concerned about them right now.} she said, almost accusingly. The voices seemed to chuckle. {You sense our darkness do you not? You are a Kazama if any of us ever saw one. Yet you are far more pure than anything we've ever seen, which is why we have been hesitant to approach you with an offer... yet now we see that you have a reason to actually want to escape.}

Jun almost felt a deja vu. If she was correct...she was being approached with an offer that her lost lover was once approached with. {You are offering me the power to get out of here. What would be the price?} she asked.

The combined entity spoke with a righteous fury this time. {We only ask that as a Kazama, you agree to free our souls once this ordeal is over. Believe it or not...but the one you know as Ogre has been cloned. Jun, we need your body in order to fully manifest the powers we have culminated to be, only then can you gain retribution.}

Jun's anger slowly peaked at the prospect of another Ogre. {Tell me why you were even hesitant to come to me with this offer.}

The spirits were silent for a few moments. {Our powers stem from the hatred, rage and bloodlust we have for these unwelcome extra terrestrials. We know that you are pure, yet we do not know what could happen should we try to merge our powers with an angel such as yourself. We may be destroyed, you may be corrupted forever and never be a true Kazama again. We simply do not know what the consequences of our actions could be.}

Jun looked back at the screen from before to see that a test tube very much like her's was being displayed, before showing some sort of tiny creature that then numbered in the millions, entering the tube and consuming the creature inside.

Her eyes widened, provoking the ominous statement that came from the souls. {That was the fate that we all were subjected too. When we were deemed no longer useful, they killed us. But in your case, they were unable to identify anything, but it now seems that your lover has caught their attention. Therefore...they do not see you as useful any longer.}

The humanoids began barking with dark amusement as they saw the woman's realization of what they intended to do to her.

The woman closed her eyes. She needed to warn the only man who had ever earned her love of the danger he was now in...she... {What is your name?} she asked. The souls seemed to contemplate the question. {We are many as you know, with so many personalities packed into one...we can only say...that we are Unknown. Jun Kazama, do you accept our offer?}

Jun opened her eyes. {If your intentions are pure just like my own, then I will accept your dark powers, if only to save the man I love.}

{An excellent choice. Now, strengthen your will as greatly as possible, for we shall merge with you. Together, well will become a fully manifested Unknown, mightier than a dragon, and yet as honorable as a true warrior. Jun Kazama, this will take time, yet the time solely depends on you. You must hurry before these cretins release their parasites upon you.}

Jun did what she could to regain power that she had locked away. {I understand.}

Authors Note: Glad to say that I was able to come up with this chapter much more quickly than any of my other stories. Can you guess what I meant by 'Unknown?' ;)

I tend to want to write long stories. So as with any story I'm working on, it will, at the very least, have a hundred chapters.

Surprising? I don't think so, considering the magnitude of the franchises that I enjoy. I'll be updating within a period of six days every time I've released a new chapter for all my published stories, so yeah, I hope you enjoyed, because I DEFINATELY like where I'm going with this. :)